Won't that be just the very best thing you can think of, Fani ?" Emma's enthusiasm was infectious.

The pencil dropped from the boy's hand, and he gazed up into the sky as if already looking upon the future canvases which he should cover with pictures when he was a great painter.
"Do you really believe it, Emma?
Do you really think that I can ever do it?
I should like to begin directly; I feel as if I couldn't wait.

But what can I do?
How shall I begin ?" "I can't think exactly, but I'm sure I shall get hold of some plan; don't be in too great a hurry," said the girl; "I dare say I shall have something to propose when I go to school to-morrow.

But now come; hurry up and finish the oak, and then take the paper and pencils home with you and do something else.

You know your drawings will be shown at examination, and will need nice paper and pencils; you have nothing but brown paper; so take this." Fani was delighted with the gift; it was for want of material that he had not drawn at home, and now there was nothing to prevent him from working to his heart's content.